"Drive!"

On the official road from Yuecheng to Duanjiang Town, the tall thin man galloping on a horse covered his chest, and the blood on the corners of his mouth was not dry.

It felt like a mouthful of blood in his chest, nausea and boredom, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, how could he not know that he was punched by the masked man in gray, and the other party's internal breath rushed into his body, and he did not disperse.

It's hateful that he has mediocre qualifications, not enough opportunities, and is only born in the riverside to carry goods and rush to the river, he failed to practice internal strength in his early years, and he can't endure hardships when he practices external skills, and he regrets it at this time, but he can only be heartbroken. Today, he was blocked by a master, and he didn't have half a room to fight back, so he was robbed of silver taels and killed his brother.

The two brothers usually used the prestige of the Changhe Gang to make a fortune, and they also did something to bully the market, bully men and women, and block the road and rob, and they thought they were not good people. But they have no grievances or enmity with the gray-clothed and masked man, and now they have ruined the calamity, how can they give up!

If that person shouts 'punish and eliminate evil, and do the right thing for heaven', and show his true face, this thin and tall man may feel better in his heart.

But this person is clearly a man who has been with his brother all the way, and he is doing this kind of money-grabbing subterfuge, and what kind of hero is he who hides his head and tail. It's just that this person's strength is strong, but he can't go back and call the brothers in the gang, he must find this field.

"Don't worry, eldest brother, second brother will avenge your blood hatred!

Ahh

Liu Jian, who was leaning on the bed, rubbed his nose, the sneeze was too strong, and the wound on his waist made him frown for a while.

At this time, it was early in the night, but he excused himself that he was suffering from the cold, arranged several regular customers in the room of his girl, and went back to the room to recuperate.

The candlelight in the room was flickering, and Liu Jian did feel a little dizzy in his head, and reached out and touched his forehead, which was extremely hot. It was from that wound, and some of them had a fever.

Listening to the fact that there was no sound in the hospital, he untied the wound on his waist that was more than two inches long, but fortunately there was no infection or inflammation. I took the wet towel that the little mosquito placed here and scrubbed it carefully, and I couldn't help but worry about whether the wound would become infected, and if it was infected, it would be life-threatening.

The current medical conditions cannot be compared with the world in the previous life, but he is not so delicate.

Look at those heroes and the like, which one is not still tenacious and immortal after being stabbed ten times with ten swords and eight swords? Those who jumped off the cliff and jumped into the sea to block the muzzle of the gun are all safe and sound, and what are they afraid of if they are slightly injured, and they can still fight tenaciously with two more swords......

Today, I learned how to seal my bloodline with internal breath, which can be regarded as being forced to be helpless and self-taught. Master Jiu didn't teach him to hit acupoints and recognize acupoints, which gave him empty hands of marble, but he could only hit people's foreheads and throats.

"Brother Chun!"

There was a soft call from outside the door, it was a small mosquito who was busy in the front yard, and it was pushing the door in with a squeak.

Liu Jian looked at the sewage in the basin next to the bed and the blood-stained towel, and sent out a strong wind with a flick of his fingers. The candle flame flickered and went out, and the whole room was suddenly dark, so that the little mosquito stood in the doorway with black eyes.

"Hey, why are the lights out?"

"Open the door and bring out the wind. Liu Jian laughed, as if he wanted to get up and light wax, but when he heard a few clanging sounds, the copper basin next to the bed fell to the ground.

"Brother Chun, don't get out of bed, I'll go light the lamp. ”

The little mosquito shouted, and Liu Jian lay back. When the light in the room was restored, Liu Jian also lay on the bed with his clothes, and smiled a little embarrassedly at the little mosquito. The copper basin next to the bed was sprinkled with water, but this kind of blue brick floor did not need to be taken care of, and it would seep down after a while.

"Do you feel better?" The little mosquito still carried a lunch box in his hand, pulled the table to the side of Liu Jian's bed, and set out a table with big fish and meat. "This is what Mother Luo asked the kitchen to do for you, get up quickly and eat to replenish your body, eat and sleep, and you will be fine when you catch up with Ming'er." ”

"Thank you Mama Luo for me, move the chopsticks together. ”

The tempting aroma of fish and meat hooked Liu Jian to sit up, although eating greasy is not beneficial to injury, but eating something good to replenish blood is also good. To make excuses for your tongue, pick up the dishes and chopsticks is a burst of feasting.

The little mosquito was not polite to him, moved a wooden stool and came over, but also prepared a pair of chopsticks by himself.

"Brother Chun, Sister Diewu said that she wanted to come to see you, but she is still busy in the front yard and can't get out. ”

"Look at what I'm doing, I don't miss an arm or a leg or lose a piece of meat, let her come back in a few days. ”

Liu Jian waved his hand, he was really afraid that Butterfly Dance would come over and hug again, if he touched his wound and exposed his injury, it would be some trouble. "Yo, there's also black chicken soup, a big supplement. ”

The little mosquito smiled, remembering that Brother Chun used to tell the little girl in the same room about the common sense of blood replenishment for women, and he smirked with oil......

Yesterday, the poem won the city's Mr. Langmei, so that the name of Fengmanlou Xiaochunzi once again reached the ears of the city's Chinese inkers, Fengmanlou's business was surprisingly hot tonight, but Xiaochunzi excused himself to be sick and did not show up a few times in one night.

What is this called?

All of a sudden, there are not a few people who are interested in Feng Manlou's little talent, and there are not a few people who want to win this young turtle and thus indirectly win over Mr. Langmei. To be a turtle duke, Liu Jian can also be regarded as an unprecedented one in the turtle gong industry, and can win the honor of 'virtue and art' in the industry.

In fact, there is no difference between winning and losing, it is just an elegant thing that literati often do.

But under the confirmation of the gossip of the good deeds with false rumors, the three of them became tigers, and the gossip of Feng Manlou's old mother, miscellaneous nurses and others, Liu Jian's reputation and ability became more and more mysterious......

But Liu Jian, who is the protagonist of the incident, has already put the sound of Mr. Rongmei's steps in the back of his mind at this time. Lying on the bed, he still didn't sleep, thinking about the before and after of the murder today.

It is inevitable that there is some fear in my heart, and the fear is naturally the scene of near-death, in this world, there is no sense of security. In the future, if you see someone pulling out a knife against yourself, you will pounce on it first and kill it!

However, the roadblock robbery also broke out and killed people, in essence, he was a bully, a strong bully, and a force and arrogant.

Originally, he just wanted to take away the money, anyway, the protection money collected by the 'underworld' was also ill-gotten gains. And five miles out of the city, it will not have anything to do with Feng Manlou, even if the Changhe Gang wants to investigate the incident, there is not much possibility of suspicion on the head of Qinglou.

The last time Wang Liu died in his own hands, it was manslaughter, and the two of them already had a grudge, so they killed them, but today this person has no grievances with himself, so he is ...... He was born to kill people, and it would be a pity that this talent was not a flower thief.

"Haruko-chan?"

A soft call came from outside the window, pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts, it was Butterfly Dance.

"Come in, the door is unlocked. ”

Liu Jian answered, sat down on the bed and lit the candle, he had long expected that this little girl would always come over, but he didn't expect it to be so late.

"How are you? Why are you sick and won't let me come and see. ”

Butterfly Dance's eyes were a little red, Liu Jian smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hands to the girl, who took a few steps and threw himself into his arms.

"I'm fine, I'm afraid you're worried. ”

Liu Jian sighed lightly, hugged the jade man in his arms tightly, and felt the comfort that the softness brought to him. Men need to be covered up with lies, women need to be comforted by lies, and white lies are also an art.

Biruo said that it was like this, and the girl in her arms looked up at him, and her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness. At these times, her body is growing rapidly, and the woman is fifteen years old and an adult, and it is estimated that this girl will be able to pick it in two years.

What should I do with my own jade forging technique? If I can't finish it after two years, I can't learn from Mr. Yanagishita Hui? No, as a man, a husband, a seven-foot man with normal physiology and psychology, how can he ruthlessly let Butterfly Dance stay alone in the empty room.

"Forging Jade Jue", "Forging Jade Jue", you can't have both fish and bear paws, don't blame the master for being ruthless when the time comes......

A pair of small hands wrapped around his waist, making Liu Jian frown, the situation he was worried about still happened, nephrite jade in his arms was not a blessing, but a crime.

"Butterfly Dance?" pushed her away from his arms, took her hand and spun it around for half a circle, making her sit on his lap. "I love the pose. ”

"Bad guy!" Blowing Lan Tufang was on the side of his ear, and his heart was at ease.

Liu Jian bent his fingers to extinguish the candle, Butterfly Dance's face turned red instantly, and the number of words had a premonition of what would happen next. A soft groan sounded in the middle of the night, causing the crescent moon above to hide in the mist with a little shyness......

This can only be seen and not eaten!

Liu Jian sighed, watched Butterfly Dance enter the door of the big house, and beckoned to him by the window, and then left with confidence.

The second day I got up at noon, I looked at the wound but found that it was about fine, and I got out of bed and did a few movements, but there was still some faint pain. This golden sore medicine really lived up to its name, but it was thanks to his internal breath that he was able to quickly stabilize the injury.

Next, as long as you rest for a while, you will be fine when the wound is completely scarred. A few scars on the man's body are not bad, but he is worried that his thin body is a little less manly and heroic, and a scar is hideous and hateful, and it must reveal a little bit of fierceness.

Tsk, this must be an irresistible temptation for those beauties. Cough, what do you want to go to this, yesterday was aroused by the butterfly dance, and the internal breath ran all night and still didn't subside.

After walking a few laps in the courtyard, he was called by Miss Suisi to play the piano and practice calligraphy, and Miss Suisi said 'good' three times when she saw her, which made Liu Jian confused.

However, it is much better to be praised than to be scolded, and Liu Jian took it hard, and sat in front of the piano case to tune the tune, but casually frowned, and waved away the two little girls serving in the house.

"You're hurt?"

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